Venice = Barcelona writ large

There’s an excellent St Marks rant by Anna Somers Cocks over at the New York Review of Whatever. No one who has been involved in tourism in southern Europe will be surprised by the notion that local government is reluctant to tame the tourism monster because its members benefit on the side from the huge black money economy generated – and, indeed, use their official connections to harass and/or undercut using subsidies anyone outside the mafia who dares to set foot.

I went to Venice once years ago but was fortunate enough to get caught up in a bar on the outskirts, and it now strikes me as an absolutely horrible place. The only good places in Italy are ugly or dangerous (this is OK until the city walls), and I’m sure there are dozens of female readers out there simply dying to accompany me.

OK, I’ll go on my own then.

Similar posts

  • Me speakee inglés
    Carles Miró’s new blog links to the defunct fum i estalzí, which I also used to read, and which carried Johnson’s
  • Family album
    The best photos I’ve ever taken.
  • Our village is horrible
    Annual dinner of the development group of a rural council somewhere in Catalonia. Local bigwig stands up and gives a long
  • Fines for “incorrect” language use
    As we go into recession the governments of two mini-“nations”, one with a state, the other with considerable autonomy, both worse
  • Cross?
    I met this bloke at around nine last Sunday morning as I was cycling along the old road from Manresa to